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music: Viktor Jonas | lyrics: Mattias Wetterhall On the other side of the rope This is the right time, on the right side One of these nights when lights are long gone From burning No flame what so ever, her mind already passed Sorrow, you'll know her now when she's dead Constance Willow Look at one of her paintings; green and flowered Leave no impression of the woman smiling beside Many days and nights saw the hell she caused to herself The pain At first I thought the blood once released would heal me like addiction repeating the same procedures medicating her illness since she was fragile and little noone considered her alive or even breathing the same air Constance willow she passed away Drowned in a lake of sorrow before she drowned herself in a lake by the forest Now it's haunted Letras de cancionesAt first I thought the blood once released would heal me Like addiction repeating the same procedures Envenomed by the herbs she suffer even more Gaining the final courage to commit her deeds In life she molested strangers she found As a child her father made her do the most terrible things And so she became familiar with torture and pain Customized a technique of her own, but she later called it medicine Born a bastard in a family of four, she was the outcast - condemned to wander Little did they know of her faith when they left her cradle in the night By the clearing called devils wrath, somewhere deep in the forest where one doesn't wander That night's spirit gathered - Constance Willow In death and life with her destiny sealed, she grew up not knowing why she did what she did But when she found out that is when she let life go, unfortunately to evil Constance willow she passed away Drowned in sorrow she drowned herself in a lake by the forest Now haunted At first I thought the blood once released would heal me Like addiction repeating the same procedures From Letras Mania